I knew where I wanted to go with this one. Then I had an internal struggle. Then a physical struggle. Then the words would not come in the format I had envisioned. They say that is part of the process, writers do, say it, that is. So I took a step back and started over.
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When Autumn Comes
It hangs on a hook, waiting till autumn comes. Different garage, different hook. Yet it was placed there as soon as we arrived. I don’t even know if it was me or one of the boys who hung it up.
It’s just a stupid flannel sweater-cum-jacket. Older than – hell, I have no idea how old it is! It seems like it has always been there. It has been worn to rake leaves, tie bushes, change tires. It has been thrown on in dead of winter just to cross the street to get to the convenience store.
I wear it now, when autumn comes. I rake my leaves, do my best to do the yard thing. No, I don’t change my tires – that’s what family are for!
It is the first item I reach for when I’m doing the stuff you used to do. When autumn comes.
Word count: 146